[MINGLE] Worried/Sick 1: Symptoms Manifest & Reaction

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: Anywhere; multiple locations
WHEN: Apx. 13-18 November
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Serious illness and reactions to such

IMPORTANT NOTES: This is the first of two mingles. Please see the timing and general event details here.

Illness Presents and Putting Heads Together will have their own top-levels in this post, but you may make separate top-levels for whatever you like! Anything is welcome, as long as it tangentially relates to the Worried/Sick plot.

Please keep in mind the established plot details, but creative license is welcome and encouraged as long as it doesn't step on toes.

Comments

[thegreatexperiment]

"I got nothing," Sam admitted. At least, not based on the observations she'd made. She hadn't gone far enough to start asking a lot of questions. Maybe a patient zero could be tracked down. Maybe not. But certainly, there was nothing in her notes that would be of any use for that.

She would pretty much kill for a microscope at this point. She'd spent hours upon hours doodling increasingly elaborate set-ups. Once upon a time, she'd had pseudo-sexual dreams about Luke Skywalker. Now she dreamed only of equipment.

That was weird and she knew it.

"What are you thinking?" she asked. "Trying to trace the lineage of the disease?"

[cryptoherpetology]

He nods. "Identify who got it first, and we can figure out what the source of it is and how exactly it's spreading," he says. "We don't even know if it's viral, bacterial or parasitic. Hell, it could be fungal for all we know."

He sighs. "Willing to share some of your vodka? Greater scientific discoveries have been made over stronger mind-altering substances."

[thegreatexperiment]

"It's made to be shared," Sam said, standing up and stretching her arms up over her head like a cat. She'd been told time and time again that undead bodies didn't get stiff. But she could swear it wasn't true. Karen said that was just because she was young. She hadn't lost certain habits, like breathing and blinking and imagining that her body was still alive.

She nodded her head in the direction of the kitchen. "Walk this way."

And because she couldn't resist, she took an exaggerated march into the kitchen.